A last chance for redemption; a poem
by Paul Goldman
Before the church bell tolls one last time as our ashes
are scattered over the roiling ocean waves, you and I
have choices to make about just how we wish to live—
from the heart of all hearts—
or in the throes of selfish desire
directing others to pleasure our every whim.
Rest assured the outcome solely lies in our hands,
be they in the end dirty or cleansed by the reckoning
of our own accountability.
As certain as each of us stands firm for our truth, our
lives will be redeemed at that final hour when our
breath ceases and our energetic self is released
from whence it came. We will rejoin those we swore
allegiance to upon determining that this was the time
of all times that we would return and undo that
which had been done to us, through us or indeed
by our own design. For some the sensuous grains
of sand are pouring down faster and faster right now
as the hour of their departure calls, time for the hard
substance of decisions to be chiseled in stone, pride
to be set aside and humility to take her rightful place
at the forefront of each our actions.
The sound you hear is the chiming of the final hour;
this moment is the time to leap at a last chance for redemption.
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Paul Goldman publishes his poetry online at KansasPoets.com, StoneSpiritLodge.com, ArtistsHelpingtTheHomeless.org, and in print at Awakened Consciousness Magazine, Spirit Seeker Magazine, Evolving Magazine, various literary journals, and The Kansas City Star. His Ecstatic Poetry reading is on YouTube.com. |
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